Hold Up

Journey to Afghan

Alright, this is another bitch and moan post. If you've been following my blog (BLOG OR DIE - jackasses) you'd find it's somewhat of a recurring trend. Now, on my first day to class I managed to walk in the complete and utter wrong direction of campus. The following map pretty much entails what I went through.You've got to be a real rocketscientist if you can't understand it (being that I made it myself hoho). The light red lines show to heck, and the darker line shows the return trip. Note that I put down arrows for all you Dee Dee Dees.

Basically it took me about two hours to get to class. You can tell that I'm pretty happy about that. I mean seriously... wtf. I was so pissed on the return trip that I was pretty much considering plowing through the darn railroad system and bulldozing my way home. Anyhow, if you want to make me feel better and you're a beautiful girl (whom I can almost guarantee with 98.8% accuracy you aren't being that you're reading this aloud in your mind this very instant) you could always feel free to come over to my place and self apply chloroform or take some roofies before I get home. Remember to pass out in my room too p.s. I'm not a fan of seconds.

Some say that it's 1 out of 3.

First post in awhile, but who cares. I'm pretty sure this thing has been resurrected so many times that its nuts look like prunes. Or better yet, raisins. Like 'cause raisins are smaller... Anyhow, moved into a new house. Its quite pro, and err... photos are taken about a month ago. Story was, we finished moving all our shit with this big ass van and then went to go grab a bite to eat. Being that it was midnight, only the drive-thru was open. Quite gay since the van couldn't fit through it. Now I'm too f(*$ing tired to make any wise-ass comments about the happenings so these photos are gonna suffice.

One interesting thing to note is the genius of all Americans. Apparently, when we tried to order over the intercom and get our bills split so I wouldn't have to pay for my dirty white compadres [sic] the rocket scientist on the other end couldn't fathom the burden put over her shoulders. Here's an excerpt of basically what happened. Cockman: "So can we get these orders separate?" Intercom: "Err... I can't do that sir." Cockman: "Uhh... then just treat me as if I was another car -__-; (yes he would've said the -__-; if he could)". Intercom: "Okay then." Seriously... it just blows my mind.

REMOVED via request of a one Bosco Tung.

I'm sorry if I offended anyone.

My name is Anthony Chan and I approve this message.